We had planned to go home today.

But I got up late, and then it took longer to gather our stuff than one could hope, and then when mom and I walked the dogs, we found the road to be snowpacked and slippery underfoot, so I called “nope” on travelling today. The bus is already frozen at this point anyway, so one day more or less makes no difference in that respect.

Tomorrow, however, we go home. The laundry is all done, the boxes are ready to pack the chickens into, the extra kerosene heater has been unearthed and cleaned and made ready to go with us temporarily. The battery packs are all fully charged, and the mail has been attended to.

Hopefully, the snowfall over the weekend was light enough that our driveway is still passable. Walking the 1/4 mile with boxes of squawking chickens doesnt sound like fun at all. Not to mention a large clunky heater, several baskets of laundry etc, etc, etc. At least the temperature is only to be in the -4 range. 43 degrees warmer than yesterday.

All the same, I would be perfectly fine with this lamentably vicious blast of Siberian air being the last of winter for the year. It won’t be –not even remotely close, I’m sure –but a girl can dream, no?